Ted Baa - Piss Lyrics

Got a bad cough
I been smokin got me chokin my voice raspy
Didnt wanna sing on songs but bitches gass me
I been yellin at my demons hope they catch me
Now we face to face
Pukin off this molly bitch
I cant feel my body bitch
Let loose like a laxative
Back on my bullshit and back burnin bridges
Knife in my pocket i sushi a nigha
All of these sounds be seducing a nigha
A round in my head like an effortless killer
Ahead by the time that im done death get em
Dead set in my mind imma burn right with em
Oh i did
Yes we did
You could say
These nighas trippin

I DONT GIVE A FUCK
TALKIN RECKLESS
BETTER CHECK
I DONT GIVE A FUCK
I GOT PLANS I GOT XANS YOU BE GONE BRUH
GOT NO WORRIES GOT NO FRIENDS GOT NO WITNESS
AND EVEN IF I DO SHIT
I DONT GIVE A FUCK
I DONT GIVE A FUCK I DONT GIVE A FUCK I DONT GIVE A FUCK I DONT GIVE A FUCK
Dont give a f*ck about past shit
Why are you nighas not past it
Smokin away i be blasted
Drivin like me you be crashin
Xan through the day to relax
Wait for two days and relapse
Then that same feeling is back
Everything forced i was fightin for freedom
I aint no boy man of course i was cheatin
I got a taste like the lean started feenin
Waited with weight but im still barely eatin
If it aint pussy i really dont need it
Just dropped a bag like the bellhop was mad
Feel like a baboon they stare at my ass
Feel like a mentos in coke bussin
Feel like that after club sex burnin
Diction tedriculous heads turnin
Farenheit 451 burned it
How could i care when im matchin the energy
How could they catch up when they aint been seein me
Spots on they glasses i spit on they face
Chokin on fumes cuz im blowin an 8th
Feel like tay k how im pushin the pace
Way we pull off you would think its a race
Peelin ya skin and we laugh like you grape
I cant go viral im too contradicting
Stuck in denial you nighas be wishin
Dont respond to nighas feelin like jesus
Reeces skin but the boy is in pieces
Bloody clothes you should see what im thinkin
Top long like the hat worn by lincoln
Top of the morning i love when its pouring
Like nascar they crashin atleast it aint boring
Smoke in the whip i hit 60 im souring
Hit back by the blunt like a boxing match
Around 12 try to sleep thats the hardest catch
Made a hitlist for fun when the clock hit one
And i slaughtered every sheep until the dream was done
I be stressin in my sleep until the deed was done
Feel like the pope how im f*ckin these kids
Shattered like soap when you spikin the shit
Cosby the vibes see the humor in it
Want a lump some of cash well the bank got a tumor lil bitch